Page 189 of Play Dirty

Everywhere.

Too many to track. Too many to separate.

I tried. I lasted maybe a second.

Then I stopped trying, because it didn’t matter.

That was the thing, really. It didn’t matter who was where. Just that they were.

That I was.

This was happening again, and it wasn’t chaotic anymore — it was something else. Something smoother. Sharper. Like we’d already figured out the rhythm and now we were just… leaning into it.

I gasped as I was pulled forward, then back, then turned — my body shifting between them like it belonged there.

Like I belonged there.

Ares’s mouth was hot, consuming, dragging me under every time he touched me.

Grayson was different — steady, controlled, like he could slow everything down with just one look, one hand at my jaw, one breath against my lips.

And Sebastian…

My God, Sebastian.

He filled in every space between them. Every gap. Every second I wasn’t being held down by one, I was being caught by him.

And he reached places inside me that I didn’t even know I had.

I didn’t have to think. Or choose. Or anything.

A laugh broke from my throat; breathless, wrecked, completely gone, as I was pulled one way, then another.

“Fuck…” I whispered, not even sure who I was talking to.

Maybe all of them. Maybe none.

Maybe even myself, or what used to remain of me before they all got a hold of me.

The jersey rode higher. I felt it.

The brush of air. The contrast. The way it made everything underneath it feel… exposed. Off-limits.

Deliciously dirty.

And that, I think, was the best part of all.

I wasn’t wearing it for me. I was wearing it for them.

My number.

My past.

Everything I used to be—

Reduced to one thin layer of fabric while they took everything else.

My head tipped back, eyes rolling as the heat crested again — too fast, too much, too overwhelming to hold onto.